The Faded Road
The sky did not break open with thunder, as the old stories promised, but with a silent, terrible tearing, a seam in the fabric of the afternoon that bled a color so deep and violet it seemed to swallow the light of the sun, and it was in this moment, standing on the cold, wet concrete of the detention center’s intake yard, that Elias Vane felt the ground beneath his boots cease to be solid...
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